Saturday, August 4, 2012

What if God were your girlfriend?

There are just times in your life when nobody but a girlfriend will do.  Who else understands the frantic feeling when you find your first grey hair or in my case your first hormone hair?  And I know some of my girlfriends don't know yet what a hormone hair is and this distresses me too...Who else understands why you you are obsessing over..."Can you believe she said that to me?"  Who else would listen patiently to your senseless, petty life dramas?  Who else understands why you dress up more for a play date than dinner with your husband?  Who else understands why you tear up every single time you hear the Olympic theme song and get so caught up in Bob Costa's cheesy dramas about Olympic athletes?  Who else can feel your indignation over petty work dramas?  Who else understands exactly why you need another white blouse and black dress?  I almost texted my friend who loves shoes and would shop endlessly with me for another black dress, when I found this perfect black dress from Columbia for $17.95.  It had been $175.00.  It fit perfectly.  It was made out of that incredible dry fit, omni sport, sun protection fabric, had a pocket, wrinkle resistant AND I PROMISE you could wear this from an interview for the job you really want to the ballfield and out to dinner with your husband or BFF and look great.  I can't wait to show it to her.  She will love it.  The only reason I didn't stop mid purchase and text her...I was going to be late getting Davis to his yearly physical because of the dress.  She would also laugh and understand why I stopped at home to change into that dress just to impress  Davis' doctor that I really am a wonderful, competant, caring, above average mother of a teenager who makes sure he gets the right amount of sleep, eats a healthy breakfast every morning, doesn't play too many video games, never drinks Mountain Dew and  loves salad for dinner.   Girlfriends always are the first to tell you why it is not your fault and maybe you should consider dating someone who doesn't look like an action hero figure.  Girlfriends will also show up with dinner cooked for your kids, clean your house and hold your hand while you puke your guts out from chemo.  Girlfriends will help you shave your head too when you are getting your first round of chemo.  Girlfriends will also be the first to tell  you...he really is just not that into you OR she really is an emotional vampire and perhaps you need a new lunch buddy.  A girlfriend will also remid you that TRUTH always works... and it really isn't in your best interest to jump out of your car and engage in a fist fight with the woman who cut you off on I-40.  A girlfriend will also grab your arm and prevent you from slapping the woman who jeered your son while pitching at a baseball game.  She will remind you just how horrible you look in orange and while you don't mind peeing in front of other women, it gets old real quick.   A girlfriend is also the only one who will go and pack your underwear, makeup and pjs for an emergency stay at a hospital because she knows your hubby couldn't.  A girlfriend will keep all your secrets, shave your legs when you are on bedrest or too sick to do so and paint your toenails.   A girlfriend also will never tell you that you shouldn't have that second piece of cheesecake or pizza AND you don't worry about what she thinks when you do.  And your girlfriend always reminds you that the devil can't be all your back if you shake him off. 

But that is exactly what God wants.  To be our girlfriend.  God wants us to text heaven seventy five times a day with the latest gossip and complain bitterly about how dirty our house is, how busy we are, worry needlessly about our kids, and share intimately about how insecure we are about our hair, dress, house, parenting abilities and how distant at times we feel from our spouse or just everyone in general.  God also shows up at the hospital when you are facing an uncertain diganosis, fearful because your child didn't come home last night, hugs you when you need it the most, tells you how great you look and doesn't care if your house isn't Southern Living worthy.  God does this best by...girlfriends...and prayer(the spiritual form of twitter or instanogram).  Hug your girlfriend and give thanks for her. 

August Joys

Gifts that are white....the full moon, big fluffy clouds, buffalo mozzarella cheese, grits, the blossom on basil, cream cheese, toothpaste, the pages of the BCP, cotton balls, q-tips, blouses, lotion, baseballs, chalk, milk...

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